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Who cares about Pansy, we dont need her!
It had been a long time since the post but it was a good one so o well!
Of course i havent been here even longer! LOL

i agree people, Lucius needs to die a horrible death! and yup Pansy is with Blaise.. so that just creates bunches of problems. oi!

anyways...

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and since it's been a while since we've had one... this chapter has...
DRAMIONE MOMENTS!!!



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oh and a Gerly! i'm so glad you love the story.... although i don't know about being a good writer... i don't really have any secrets... i do read a bunch of stories before writing though to get me in the mind set that usually helps, plus it helps spur ideas by thinking if the plot of a story had gone in a different direction and then trying to see if it could fit in your story then realizing it wont. lol... but it helps get your head into a creative mind set. I guess that's my trick. *shrug* hope that helps.

Chapter 45

“I wish I was.” Draco said solemnly.

“But why?” Hermione asked exasperated.

“Well you can start by blaming our parents.” Draco huffed and he fell back onto the couch, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

“Was this part of the reason for earlier?” Hermione asked softly, as her eyes moved downward to watch her hands play with the hem of her skirt. Draco’s eyes popped open and he moved his head forward and looked at Hermione in shock.

“What?” he asked hoarsely.

“Nothing, never mind, it’s not important anyways.” Hermione continued to look away from him as she watched the flames in the fireplace dance before her.

“No, Hermione tell me.” Draco sat up and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, Hermione turned her head slightly and looked at his comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Is this betrothal, thing, why you wanted to—“

“What? No, Hermione, that would never be the reason. You have to know-“

“But that’ just it Draco! I don’t know! Not really. Now I’m more confused than ever!”

“I know and it’s my fault. If I didn’t get so damn worried this wouldn’t have problem, would it?”

“I don’t know Draco, we would have still had to deal with this.”

“I know, but I just want you to know that this entire ordeal with Pansy had nothing to with earlier. I want you. I will always want you. I would never end something like this, over something like that. I would rater die first.” Draco grabbed Hermione’s hand and held it firmly in his, and he looked deeply into her eyes.

“I know, but it’s just with everything—“

“I know.”

“Do you really thing that this could be a mistake?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think that the world isn’t ready for us?”

“What if they’re not? Would we really let something like that affect us?”

“It just might Draco, are we really ready and prepared enough to take on a whole bunch of stupid coming our way? Stupid that would be ready to do anything to keep us apart?”

“I’d brave it all for you.”

“How very Gryffindor like of you.”

“Well there are selfish reasons behind that bravery, making it all very Slytherin like.” Draco said defensively, a small crooked smile crossed his lips nonetheless. Hermione’s smiled weekly and then looked away from him once more and focused intensely on the patterns of the rug that lay just underneath her feet.

“You’re still worried that I’ll end this, aren’t you?” Draco asked solemnly, watching her wit as much focus as she was looking at the rug.

“Can you blame me?” Hermione sighed.

“I guess I can’t. I really wish you wouldn’t though.” Draco huffed.

“Just like I wish that you wouldn’t worry about me.” Hermione paused and turned back and looked at Draco, with concern evident on her face. “Draco I have to worry about this.”

“And I can’t worry about you? About your safety?”

“It’s not so much that you can’t Draco, it’s just that you take your worries to the extremes. I don’t want you to do anything rash or careless because you’re worrying about me. It makes me worry about what you’re thinking, what you’re planning, what you’re doing. And all the time. I can’t handle that kind of constant worry! I can’t!” Hermione gestured wildly as if her point more clear. Draco sat silent for a moment thinking of how he could possible respond. There were no words that came to his mind that could possible be appropriate to say.

“Hermione… I… I don’t… you shouldn’t… don’t…” Draco stumbled hopelessly through word after word searching for what he could possible say.

“You don’t want me to worry, right?” Hermione couldn’t help but to smile as Draco stumbled ever so ungracefully through word after word.

“Yeah.” Draco sighed, smiling slightly at Hermione as if to thank her.

“Do you think that we’ll be able to make it through this year?” Hermione asked him softly.

“I know we will, I don’t have a doubt in my mind. There is nothing in the world that could keep me away from you, not even my own idiotic self.”

“I just, you know, worry.” Hermione laughed lightly, making Draco laugh along with her. Draco slowly stopped laughing and gazed at Hermione ever so intently. “What?”

“Your laugh, I love your laugh. You should laugh more often.” Draco said simply, which made Hermione blush. Draco grinned and wrapped his arms around Hermione’s waist and pulled her back so she was leaning against him. Hermione curled up against Draco and closed her eyes, completely comfortable.

“Do you think we’ll ever have a calm week?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t think so. The next thing we know, Dumbledore will want us to plan some big event, that wouldn’t surprise me.” Draco chuckled.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised either.” Hermione smiled.

Hermione was in pure bliss, she loved little moments like this. Draco was stroking her hair and looking at her with loving eyes. They were in their common room escaping all the demands of the outside world.

Hermione stared up at him and he met her gaze and smiled that soft crooked smile that he had reserved only for her. Her heart skipped a beat, feeling silly she looked down and blushed.

Draco tilted his head up to face him with his pale finger. “If you don’t mind, I rather you not hide your beautiful face away from me.” He whispered.

Her heart skipped a few more beats and she scoffed at him. “Beautiful? Me?” she looked away and twisted a button on the couch.

He gently cupped her face in his hands and looked her straight in the eye. She was lost in his soft grey eyes. He was making her breathless, without even trying too.

“Hermione Jane Granger, you are the most beautiful, magnificent angel I have ever seen and I am truly blessed that I’m lucky enough to be here, at your side, soon to be getting married to you. Never doubt the effect you have on me.” He said passionately.

She smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss him. Their lips moved in perfect synch. It was a soft sweet kiss, not as passionate as she would’ve like but still cherished.

Their need to breathe was getting stronger and Draco leaned back. Both slightly panting, Hermione snuggled back up into his warm chest.

“Hermione, I love you so much.” He said into my hair.

She smiled against his chest. “Not as much as I love you.”

His silver eyes gazed back at her brown ones, “I highly doubt that.” And he kissed her again.

That is what Hermione does...worry! And she has every reason too! I hope this all turns out okay at the end.
Great chapter, it was really sweet
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Hermione, you worry too much!
That chapter was way cute! I love Dramione moments
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awwwwwwww!!! how cute and cudely they are together!!!

Last update 22 JUL 2008

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Chapter 46

Draco woke up early the next morning, on the couch again, his arms wrapped snuggly around Hermione, who was still sleeping peacefully. He smiled softly and brushed her hair out of her face. It was Friday morning, he really wanted to do nothing more than to ditch his classes today and get over to Hogsmade and get Hermione her ring, he wanted it to be the most perfect thing for her. He was still upset that she didn’t want anything really flashy and ostentatious.

Draco glanced up at the clock and was shocked at how early it really was. Five o’clock was a god-forsaken hour to him. Nevertheless, he gently moved Hermione off of him and laid her down on the other end of the couch and covered her with a blanket he summoned from her room. Draco looked down at her sleeping figure and chuckled slightly as she pulled at the blanket.

Looking down at himself, he saw the state that sleeping on the couch had put his clothes into. Sighing, he made his way up to his bedroom, intent on getting ready before Hermione woke up.

Draco had one foot on the stairs when he heard Hermione mumble his name in her sleep. He paused and turned around immediately and watched her smile and roll over and mumble his name once more. Draco chuckled softly and a smile dawned across his face as continued to make his way up to his room.

Draco opened his door softly, not wanting it to creak, and saw his father's owl sitting patiently on his desk, waiting for him with a letter in his beak. Draco cringed slightly, and made his way over to the owl taking the letter as it dropped the letter into his hands. Draco dug up a treat from his desk and tossed it to the owl before it flew off.

Sighing, Draco opened the letter.

Draco,

I want an update, immediately as I have yet to hear anything yet about an engagement yet. I hope to hear that everything has gone to plan, already.

Also, your mother wishes you to visit home soon, so it has been arranged that you will come for the weekend the week after next.

Lucius

Furious, Draco quickly crumpled the letter in his hand and knocked everything off of his desk, sending it crashing to the ground. Bloody old fashioned traditions! He would do absolutely anything for them to be so much different! He hadn’t even had time to get a ring. He figured that this could be his excuse for now. Sighing, he reached for a quill and a piece of parchment and wrote a reply.

Father,

I realize that it is Friday now, and that you wanted this done by today. Nevertheless, I refuse to ask for Miss Parkinson’s hand without a ring, which I will be unable to get until tomorrow. This is the reason for my delay and I will inform you when I have in fact asked for her hand.

Draco

Draco quickly folded up the letter, sealed it with his family’s crest, and placed it in his bag. Sighing he placed his head in his hands, and soon felt two warm hands gently massaging his shoulders.

“Draco I’m so sorry.” Hermione said softly.

“Hermione why are you sorry?”

“If I wasn’t here, if I didn’t exist, if I wasn’t a stupid mudblood, then--”

“Don’t say that, don’t call yourself a mudblood.”

“But it’s true, I’m a mudblood. I’m proud of it too.”

“No. You are a witch, something that it took me six long years to realize. There is no difference between you and me.”

“Well there are a couple important differences.”

“Like what?”

“Firstly, I am obviously smarter than you.” Hermione smiled softly and Draco shook his head.

“That’s what you think.” Draco laughed.

“And secondly, I am a girl.”

“That is one big difference. I think I like that one the most.” Draco turned around and pulled Hermione into his lap and kissed her softly.

“I figured you did.” Hermione laughed.

“Hermione,” Draco’s voice turned serious, “you must know I wouldn’t change anything. I would never wish you didn’t exist. I don’t want you to feel sorry you do. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’ve made me see the error of my ways, and see the good person I can be. I am irrevocably in love with you. If I had to wish anything I would wish that I was born in a family that didn’t care about blood, so I could be with you, without any criticisms. I— Hermione why are you crying?” Draco asked, his voice full with concern as he wiped away one of the tears that was falling down her cheek.

“Because you say the sweetest things.” Hermione whispered lovingly.

“It’s only because they’re true.” Draco said simply.

“It’s funny, after all these years, it’s become I who doesn’t deserve you.”

“You think so little of yourself Hermione, and too much of me.”

“You’re biased.” Hermione accused.

“Maybe a little.” Draco smiled. “Hermione, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“We’re.” Hermione corrected

“What?” Draco asked confusedly.

“You mean what we’re going to do.”

“You can’t expect me to drag you through this whole mess?” Draco looked at Hermione in shock.

“No, I expect you to let me help you and support you in anyway I can.” Hermione echoed in a mater-of-fact like tone.

“Hermione—”

“Don’t ‘Hermione’ me. I knew what I was getting myself into from the very beginning. I even knew that just we being friends would be sketchy.”

“I can’t let you do this to yourself.” He said sternly.

“You can and you will.” Hermione gave him a piercing look.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because I can not give you anything for a very long time.” Hermione smirked and a flash of pure evil could be seen in her eyes.

“You wouldn’t.” Draco looked at her dumbfounded

“Oh but I would. I’ve gone eighteen years without it, I’m sure I can go eighteen more.” Hermione said devilishly and she moved to straddle his lap.

“You would do that to me. Eighteen years might kill me!”

“I’m sure you won’t die. It’s a proven fact that you won’t. Of course I'll be making you lust after me for those eighteen long years.”

“You would threaten me with the one thing that I fear more than my father wouldn’t you?” Draco asked incredulously.

“Of course. Perfect way to get what I want.”

“You want to be dragged through the mud?” Hermione could hear the skepticism in her voice.

“As long as this mud involves you.” She replied.

“You’re insane.” Draco shook his head and rubbed his temples.

“So I’ve been told.”

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.” Draco groaned

“Well you don’t have too. You could just—”

“No, you’re doing this with me. I got your point.” Draco said quickly, trying to erase that horrible idea from her mind.

“Good.” Hermione smiled and kissed the top of his head. “We should get ready.”

“We could stay here, like this.” Draco pecked her lips and smiled against them.

“We could if you didn’t take an hour to get ready.”

“We could ditch class.”

“Like I’d ever agree to that.” Hermione laughed and pulled herself away from him as Draco tried to attach his lips to her neck.

“Hermione.” Draco whimpered at her sudden absence.

“Not today.” Hermione smiled as she walked across the room to his dresser.

“Tomorrow?” Draco asked hopefully, standing up in the process.

“I’ll have to think about it.” She said innocently as she opened one of the many boxes on his dresser.

“Are you always going to pretend to be this innocent?” Draco made his way over to her side and wrapped his arms around her and watched her explore through his trinkets. He watched as her hands rested on some of the more intricate pieces, feeling them as if she was trying to memorize each of them. She seemed fascinated by one of the necklaces as her hands kept returning to it. Draco picked it up from under her touch and held it up gently.

“I think this has to be my favorite one.” He whispered in her ear.

“Because it’s a dragon?” Hermione asked softly.

“Partially, but because I think it would look beautiful on you.”

Hermione blushed. “You really think so?”

“Here.” Draco quickly fastened the necklace around her neck, his hands softly caressing her neck as he did.

“How does it look?” Hermione turned around, a blush still heavily evident on her cheeks.

“Amazing.” Draco tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Will you wear it for me?”

Hermione nodded, her eyes locked with his. Draco pulled her closer, and her breath caught.

“We—we have class to go too, too get ready for. ”

“Do you really want to go?” Draco asked quietly.

“We should.” Hermione tried to stay firm.

“That wasn’t my question.”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No,” She said breathlessly, “I don’t want to go.”

Draco smirked, and brought her lips to his, and held her as close to him as he could. Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and held onto him for support, for she was sure her knees would give out.

“Draco.” Hermione mumbled against his lips. “We can’t.”

“Hermione.” Draco groaned.

“Tomorrow, I promise you.” Hermione pulled back slowly, not truly willing to leave his tight embrace. Draco slowly moved his hands from around her waist, but took her hand and kissed it softly.

“Hurry back to me.” He whispered to her.

“Always.”

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i wish i was her